Mason Lear pins Vander’s hands above his head while the bearded man’s lips drag wet, rough trails down his chest, fingers already probing deep into his hole. The dark-haired one above him grips Vander’s hips, his cock thick and flushed, slamming home with a brutal rhythm that leaves his breath ragged. Both men move like they’re testing limits, one with teeth on skin, the other with a fistful of ass, pulling him open for every hard thrust.
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